Her uncle-husband is ancient, by God's standards; the eldest of the Olympians, though he is no longer one -- he's more Titan than he is Olympian in looks, tall and gaunt with his skin stretched thin across old, old bones.

He is something different from her; ancient and still and infinitely patient, to the point it almost scares her that he waits so long to take her to their marriage bed, and she wonders what, exactly, he is hiding under his chiton.

It's dark when she finally becomes his bride, but the consummation of their marriage is not unpleasant; he takes his time with her, and he does resemble her nymph's promises of what a man should feel like -- and in the dark, she quite likes the way his smile glimmers with old power, the words in a language long-dead that she elicits from his lips.